I'm Yours

Playlist for this Chapter: Call it What You Want by Taylor Swift.

We took each and every ride, not even sparing one. I laughed, I cried, I screamed and smiled. And we left the Ferris wheel for last.

"Wow... Just look at this view..." I gazed at the beautiful night view in front of me as the Ferris wheel stopped when we were at the top.

"It is.. isn't it?" Nicholas said and I glanced in his direction briefly to see him already looking at me.

"You're so cheesy." I smacked his shoulder playfully but he caught my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissed it gently, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Only for you." He smirked and I giggled when he intertwined our fingers.

"You said you wanted to ask me something?" I asked him and he smiled.

"Yes. I did." He said and cleared his throat, turning to face me. I saw nervousness in his eyes as he looked at me.

"What is it? Now you're just scaring me." I told him and he shook his head.

"I wanted to ask you if you'd... be uh... my girlfriend." He mumbled and cleared his throat, averting his gaze from mine.

"What?" I asked him confused and he ran a hand over his face.

"Cazzo perché sono così nervoso?" (Fuck why am I this nervous?) He said exhaling and looking at me again.

"I want you to be my girlfriend." He said more firmly this time and my eyes widened in surprise.

"Your... your girlfriend?" I said and he nodded slowly. "Holy mother of Jesus." I exhaled and he chuckled.

"So?" He asked me and my head snapped to his.

"I uh... I-..." I stuttered like an idiot.

Why am I like this? Do I want to be with him? Will I be able to handle the heartbreak if he suddenly left me? Will people judge me for being with him? They already do, who's to say they won't when they know that we're official? I like him... I do like him... But am I willing to risk it with him?

I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, giving him a nervous smile.

"I... I'd love to be your girlfriend.." I whispered but he heard me, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree as he flashed me a toothy charming smile.

"Really?" He asked me and I nodded my head, and he leaned down and kissed me sweetly, placing another kiss on my forehead and resting his forehead against mine, he sighed.

"You have no idea how happy you've made me. How happy you make me." He whispered and I smiled, cupping his cheek, I pulled away to look into his eyes.

He leaned into my touch and covered my hand with his.

"You make me happy too." I told him and he smiled, placing a lingering kiss on my lips and pulled away when we started moving.

We walked out of the park hand in hand, laughing, with ice cream cones in our hands.

"But it's vanilla!" I told him laughing and he shrugged.

"I like it." He said. "And it's good. Do you want to try it?" He tipped his cone towards me when we sat in the car.

"Then you'll try mine." I told him and he eyed my caramel cone before giving me a firm nod.

"Alright. Here you go." He gestured to his cone and I narrowed my eyes at him when I saw a mischievous smile tug at his lips.

I must be imagining things.

But boy was I wrong. When I went closer to his cone, he suddenly shoved it on my face, covering the area around my mouth. My eyes widened in surprise as he laughed heartily and I scowled.

"Oh god, Nico!" I said and he wiped a tear from his eye, looking at my cream covered face and pulled my towards him with his free hand, and started licking the ice cream off.

"Nico! Stop!" I laughed and he kissed me deeply, and pulled away with a smile.

"I think the vanilla's... uh.. good.." I said taking deep breaths.

Did the car just get hotter?

He chuckled. "The caramel's nice too." He said and I rolled my eyes, cleaning the remaining cream with a napkin.

We then went to his penthouse, and I looked around when we got off the elevator.

This place still amazes me.

I walked over to the glass wall that separated the living room from the pool as memories came rushing back to my head of that day. I smiled as a blush made its way to my face.

"Fond memories?" He asked me smirking and came to stand beside me.

"Very." I looked at him and saw his gaze darken, before grabbing me by the nape of my neck and pulling myself to him, he kissed me roughly. His hands roamed my body, while I explored his, tugging at his hair as his tongue swirled with mine.

"Nico.." I moaned and he growled, the sound turning me on as he picked me up and my legs wrapped around his waist, he carried me to the couch and put me there, while he took off his sweater and unbuttoned his shirt, still kissing me.

My hands found their way to his chest as we both fumbled to unbutton his shirt and I slid them inside, running them over the soft and smooth skin.

His muscles tensed under my touch as he left a trail of kisses on my neck, nipping and licking. I raked my nails on his back and he hissed and kissed me deeper, more roughly as our tongues collided with one another.

"You're mine. All mine." He whispered and I smiled.

"I'm yours." I told him and he grinned, kissing me passionately.

And in all of this hot make-out session, we didn't hear the ding of the elevators or anyone coming in, but we sure heard someone clear their throat and I pushed Nico away suddenly and he fell down from the couch with a thud.

"Fuck." He grunted and I gasped.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I whispered and he got up slowly and his face hardened.

"Zio." (Uncle) He said and I whipped my head in the direction of his gaze and saw a man with black hair and dark eyes looking at both of us with a smirk on his face. Beside him stood Jake and another guy with light brown hair and green eyes.

Nico glanced at me briefly and buttoned his shirt up, offering me his hand to get up and I stood up, standing beside him as Nico pulled me closer to him by my waist.

"Questa è la ragazza?" (This is the girl?) The older man spoke and Nico nodded.

"Sì." (Yes.) Nico responded.

The awkward silence that followed was too much to take so the other young guy came forward clearing his throat and stretched out his hand to me.

"Ciao bella. I'm Stuart. Nico's cousin." (Hello beautiful.) He gave me a nice smile and I smiled back, taking his hand and gave it a firm shake.

"Dove... Dove Winchester. I'm Nico's.. uh-..." I looked up at Nico and he smirked.

"Girlfriend." He said and I blushed as Stuart let go of my hand and grinned at Nico.

"How'd you rope him in?" Stuart whispered to me, gesturing towards Nico but Nico threw him a glare.

"Right." Stuart said and went back to Jake. Then the older man came forward and eyed me before stretching his hand out. I took it and shook it.

"I'm Salvatore. Nico's uncle. It's nice to finally meet the woman who doesn't let him focus on his meetings." he said with a smirk and both Jake and Stuart chuckled.

"Pardon?" I asked him confused and he shook his head.

"Nothing dear." He said and gave me a warm smile.

"It's nice to meet you too.. uh.. sir." I smiled at him and he nodded before looking at Nico, who simply raised his eyebrows.

"Why are you here?" He sighed and looked at the men.

"Can't I come visit my nephew?" He spoke and Nico scoffed.

"Taglia la merda. Che cos'è?" (Cut the crap. What is it?) Nico asked him and his uncle glanced at me briefly and then back at Nico.

"Giovanni." Was all he said and Nico stood straighter.

"What about him? Did he say anything?" Nico asked, eyeing the men suspiciously.

"It's not about what he said. It's about what he did." Jake came forward and Nico frowned.

"Mentre eri... occupato..." (While you were uh.. busy...) His uncle said eyeing me, "Ha ucciso quindici dei nostri uomini. Tutti i proiettili in testa. Erano loro a fare la guardia all'ufficio." (He killed fifteen of our men. All bullets through the head. They were the ones guarding the office.) He said and Nico tensed, his eyes growing cold and the previous warmth in them completely gone.

"Go to my office. I'm coming." He told Jake who nodded and took his uncle and Stuart towards the office as Nico took my hand and led me towards his bedroom.

He sat me on the bed and sat down beside me, resting his elbow on his knee, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. I knew something was seriously wrong.

"Nico?" I said softly, placing a hand on his back and rubbing it softly. He looked at me and I could see the pain in his eyes. Like he was badly suffering.

"Are you okay?" I asked him and cupped his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch, covering my hand with his and placing a kiss on the inside of my hand.

"I am now that you're beside me." He whispered and suddenly pulled me into his lap, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck and inhaling deeply, running his hands through my hair.

"Fuck. What do I do?" I heard the pain in his voice and I pulled him closer to me, embracing him and running my hand in his hair.

"Don't worry. It's going to be alright. Everything's going to be just fine... I'm right here." I whispered to him and he hummed in response, finally looking into my eyes.

"Thank you for being here with me. It means more than you know." He said, stroking my cheek and I smiled softly at him, placing a lingering kiss on his lips.

"I want to be with you." I whispered against his lips and placed a kiss on his forehead. "They must be waiting for you." I said and he nodded, setting me back on the bed carefully and getting up.

"Stay here and don't go okay? I'll be back in a while." He told me and I nodded and he smiled at me briefly, one that didn't reach his eyes, and left me in his room, closing the door behind him.

"I hope he's alright." I sighed deeply and glanced at my dress and boots, taking my shoes off I walked into his walk in closet and searched for something casual, but only found a black sweatshirt with the word 'KING' written in white at the back, so I decided to wear that. I went to his bathroom and quickly got changed, putting on his black hoodie and felt his scent envelop me immediately.

I folded my clothes neatly, placing them on the couch and sat on his bed, getting under the covers and opened my phone, texting my friends I might get home late. They said it was fine and Ava told me to be careful. I smiled at her worry and told her she didn't need to worry about anything. I closed my phone and put it on the the side table, snuggling into the covers and getting warmer, I didn't know when I fell into a deep asleep, dreaming of a certain man.

I'm falling once again... But this just feels different.. It feels right.